Just like this, Feng Wuxie was ordered by Emperor Qianxie to go to bed in full view.
but-
According to Tang Xiaozha, there are still many people in Moruo City who have been infected with this kind of poison. If the symptoms cannot be relieved... Those people are in danger...
Feng Wuxie frowned!
Di Qianxie only glanced at it lightly, and he could see Feng Wuxie's thoughts:
"Why? It's not enough to save a person for so long? There are hundreds of people poisoned in the suburbs! Can you think that they can't be saved overnight?"
When Emperor Qianxie came to Morro City, he passed by from the outskirts of the city, and actually discovered that there were already a lot of low-level civilians who were not in the right physical condition. There were not a few people with sores on their hands and feet, but he didn't care too much at the time!
He was just a refugee who fled to Morro City from a field.
Moreover, even if he knew, the lives and deaths of others had nothing to do with him!
He himself is not from Tianqi Continent!
Therefore, he did not ask Mu Lanqin to investigate.
Now it seems that this kind of poison seems to be quite tricky!
"Emperor Qianxie." Feng Wuxie clenched his fists: "The other poisoned patients in Moruo City are also suffering like Master Jin. Their lives are on the horizon! I don't have time to hesitate and must be saved!"
At this time, Di Qianxie is still thinking about letting her go to sleep? !
What a joke!
Tang Xiaozha just told her today that there is a strange disease raging in the city. At night, he learned that Master Jin could not afford to be sick. If he continues to procrastinate, I don't know what will happen again? !
Let her watch those many people who died of suppuration all over because she went to sleep and there was no time to rescue them? !
Feng Wuxie couldn't even die!
Although she has not yet developed an antidote—
However, using anti-toxin serum can at least relieve the symptoms of poisoning! Alleviate the suffering of those patients!
Di Qianxie looked at Feng Wuxie coldly. He felt that the woman in front of him was simply challenging his limit of patience:
"Heh, do you want to give needles to patients outside? Feng Wuxie, there are hundreds of people poisoned outside! And you—only one person! Only you can use this kind of medical technique! Do you think your technique is too good? ?"
In the last question, Di Qianxie's tone turned out to be a bit ironic.
It's not that he doesn't trust this woman.
It's just... He felt that even if she saved so many lives temporarily, her hand would probably be crippled!
Feng Wuxie didn't refute, after all, the problem Di Qianxie said actually existed!
Even if she wasted her hands, she couldn't save so many people at the same time!
… At this time, she had to miss the 21st century hospital.
Just when everyone is struggling—
A few bright yellow figures flashed across the night sky!
Two of them fell in the Jinfu courtyard, and the others continued to fly in other directions.
Both of them were yellow shirts and robes, long swords around their waists, and a delicate token hung.
"This..." Tang Qi looked at him, frowning: "It's the emissary of the monarch! What happened when the emissary was sent at this time?"
"Maybe it has something to do with Uncle Kim's poisoning!" Tang Xiaozha guessed.
The messenger is actually a spiritist who is responsible for conveying orders to the courtiers and aristocratic families under the monarchs of a country.
As they were talking, the two messengers had already walked towards them, and after showing their identification badges, they began to convey the orders of the Monarch of Moro Kingdom:
"Patriarch Tang, I didn't expect to meet you in the Jin Mansion, so that's good, lest we go to your mansion again.
, Just say it here! "
Tang Mingjing hurriedly stepped forward: "Two, come to pass the order late at night, presumably you are in a hurry, right?"
The two messengers looked at each other and sighed together:
"Oh, that's right. You guessed it too. In the past two days, more than two thousand people in the city have suffered a strange illness. Even Princess Youchan, the most beloved king, has contracted it! This disease is so strange that even a Chinese doctor At a loss, the Lord urgently summons the pharmacist disciples of the various families in the city to enter the palace to discuss. If there is a pharmacist who can cure strange diseases, the Lord will be rewarded!"
Tang Xiaozha's eyes lit up when he heard it:
"If the pharmacist is not from a family in Moro City, but is a good friend of ours, can you recommend it to the king?"
"Naturally, now, as long as it is a pharmacist who can cure a strange disease, the monarch is eager to come personally!"
"Your Majesty?" Feng Wuxie's heart moved upon hearing this.
—In this world, different forces are distributed, arranged in descending order of forces, namely:
Civilian families, spiritual families, national troops, sect forces.
Because of money or talent, the common people's family is generally weak in spirit power, so it is difficult to gain reputation and status, and they are the lowest level in this world.
Spiritual clans are often either rich, or their children’s soul power talents are strong. After cultivation, they can often bring higher achievements to the clan.
The national army is made up of elite spiritists from various families in the country, and because of this, the general families will obey the monarch's orders.
The only difference is-sect.
Sects are existences that transcend the country and even the continent!
For example, the Federation of Pharmacists is the largest sect of pharmacists composed of pharmacists from all walks of life in the world.
No matter which family, country, or even which continent you come from-as long as you are a pharmacist, you can apply to join and become a certified disciple of the Federation of Pharmacists!
It can be imagined that its power is so powerful.
This "prince" must be the leader of the Moro Kingdom, in this case—
Here Tang Xiaozha should have said impatiently:
"Two adults, this is my friend Wu Xie, she is the best pharmacist in the city! My uncle got this strange disease just now. After Wu Xie took action, Uncle Kim's symptoms were relieved!"
"Really?" The two rumours were overjoyed upon hearing this:
"Then please be sure to enter the palace to meet your lord! I wonder when the girl can leave with me?"
Feng Wuxie nodded: "The situation is urgent and it should not be too late. Let's go now."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Emperor Qianxie and walked out.
Di Qianxie frowned as he was about to speak, Mu Lanqin raised his hand:
"Wait, wait two adults, I'm husband... Miss Feng's helper! I'm also a pharmacist! Let me join you in the palace too!"
The two messengers looked at each other and turned to Feng Wuxie:
"Who is this… "
Feng Wuxie glanced at Mu Lanqin with a look of expectation. It would be okay to have someone assist him in the palace this time:
"She is my friend, a very skilled pharmacist."
The two messengers nodded: "So, let's go together."
"Great!" Mu Lanqin made a fist and was finally able to discuss her magical medical skills with his wife.
The two of them walked out following the order, and Di Qianxie's soul power transmission came from Mu Lanqin's ear:
"Keep your eyes on her, if something happens to her, come and see me with your head up."
Mu Lanqin's feet paused slightly, nodding lightly, and then followed Feng Wuxie's steps.
Just as Feng Wuxie and Mu Lanqin were heading to the Moro Palace—
In the city, in the leisure pavilion of golden tiles and glazed tiles, there are dancing and music shengxiao, drunk gold fans.
This Fuxian Pavilion is actually the greatest pleasure place in Moro City...
No matter how chaotic the outside world is, there has always been singing and dancing here.
However, Fuxiange has never been open to outsiders!
All the dancers, musicians, and women here are all doing their best to perform for only one man...
Just as it is now.
The man was holding a white cat with different-colored eyes in his arms, in a lazy posture, lying on the golden silk nan sitting on a soft silk cushion, his eyes closed slightly, cozy and comfortable.
On his bed, five beautiful girls were kneeling.
Every girl was covered with only a thin layer of veil. Under the veil, the girls' slender figure and condensed skin were looming and beautiful.
The girl had wine in her mouth, then knelt forward, tremblingly, put her lips on the lips of the strange man on the couch, kiss her lips and feed...
While feeding the wine, her whole body trembled in fear...
After swallowing that sip of wine, the man opened his eyes suddenly, cold and playful, he picked up the girl's chin with his index finger, and asked faintly:
"Why, you don't want to serve?"
The girl raised her eyes, and saw the man in front of her wearing a purple robe, a crown of jade with ink hair, and a tiny purple pattern at the corner of her eye, which was his soul mark!
He was smiling, smiling very softly.
That smile slowly spread on his handsome and white face, as if poisoned, gorgeous and amazing.
The girl was startled. She knew that this man's smile was extremely dangerous! She immediately squatted on the ground and shook her head vigorously, and her whole body trembled even more!
"No, no, I'm willing! Pavilion Master spare my life!"
But it's too late!
The man’s index finger had already pricked her throat straight—
The blood is like a spring.
As for the other four women who continued to kneel on the side, there was not the slightest wave of waves on their faces, as if they had long been accustomed to such a sight!
One of the women knelt down very calmly and licked the blood from the man’s fingers...
Even the woman on the very side smiled slightly, took the hip flask that had slipped from the corpse, poured it into her own mouth, and then continued to repeat the corpse’s actions before her death—kneeling and climbing forward, looking pleasedly Looking at the man, feeding the wine with his lips.
At this moment, a woman wearing blue gauze walked in behind the curtain, and she coldly glanced at the fallen corpse, her expression showing no waves. Instead, he respectfully salutes the man on the couch:
"Pavilion Lord, just got news from the inside line of the palace, Princess Youchan has also been poisoned by you, and now the monarch of Moro Kingdom is urgently calling a pharmacist into the palace!"
The man petted the white cat in his arms without raising his eyes:
"Don't tell me this kind of trivial matter, when the Pharmacist Federation will intervene, let me know again!"
"Yes, Pavilion Master!"
He called the Association of Pharmacists, which gathered countless pharmacists with advanced medical skills.
But not every pharmacist is committed to saving people! Some people are born to be evil and harm others, which is their pleasure.
Therefore, if there are those who study refining medicine, there will be those who study poison!
These people who take pleasure in refining drugs are called: Poison Masters.
Once the poison masters are discovered by the pharmacist federation, they will be expelled, punished, and spurned by the decent pharmacists!
Over time...
The poison masters also organized their own sect—
(End of this chapter)